Crackplot: Anything Goes?
If anyone's noticed, someone's been tampering with the calendars. Time's always been iffy, hereabouts, but today (the term, at this rate, being relative) it's even more out-of-synch than usual. Whoever did this, he's pleased with himself.
Put simply: a good many rooms in the Mansion have been redecorated, in a good many different styles. This one, the cabin of a pirate ship; that one, the kitchen of an American ranch. There's even (if anyone dares enter) one that looks disturbingly like a modern classroom. Whatever era, whatever style you could think of, there's a room for it somewhere. And anyone who enters, well-- they'll just happen to find themselves in the same state.
OOC: Um. Excuse for mass era-switch/AU. If your puppet stumbled into the ship's cabin, for instance, they'll temporarily be a pirate. Or if the ranch, a cowboy. Or in highschool, or on a spaceship, or a crusading Knight-- whatever their typist likes. It should wear off soon, and they may or may not remember it, whatever the typist likes. Enjoy? :D
Put simply: a good many rooms in the Mansion have been redecorated, in a good many different styles. This one, the cabin of a pirate ship; that one, the kitchen of an American ranch. There's even (if anyone dares enter) one that looks disturbingly like a modern classroom. Whatever era, whatever style you could think of, there's a room for it somewhere. And anyone who enters, well-- they'll just happen to find themselves in the same state.
OOC: Um. Excuse for mass era-switch/AU. If your puppet stumbled into the ship's cabin, for instance, they'll temporarily be a pirate. Or if the ranch, a cowboy. Or in highschool, or on a spaceship, or a crusading Knight-- whatever their typist likes. It should wear off soon, and they may or may not remember it, whatever the typist likes. Enjoy? :D